Amos Christopherson

A Dry Riverside - Poem by Amos Christopherson

Cherished by many desperate with no joyWithin the heartbeat of exclamatory rough homeboy Finds peace too merry and blue sky solitaryWalking on all four and not seen as he tarryClothes wet with sweat and thwacked toes overlaid Feels beaten, tired, sleepy, baked and guilty afraid

None by to elevate him henceAnd missing a lot to commenceOnly alive for a borrowed time Regrets poverty a giant crime Fights the inner frustrations she intends at easeMarries a toothy refuge and breaks it to meeting this peace

At a waterless shore he withholds the power he soughtIn friendless state, pale, unwise, and dug minds wrought And no more feels seated on or carried like garbage and thrown awayAlways find choice in what you love and not be met halfwayTrace brightly your footsteps if you canBut run away from them and accomplish a life span